Young Writers

 

Walter Sickert was never in love.

Walter Sickert was never in love. She never liked Walter Sickert. Two lovers sat side by side knelt on the grass, staring in silence outwards, past...
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Ole Cap'n Pete

If I were to meet someone who thought of me how I thought of Ole Cap’n Pete, surely I’d never leave. But he left us, left us in a tree. Believe me...
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The Wrong Industry

“Hey, Jacob. Jackson wants to talk to you in the office.” I looked up from the hold ticket I was writing and saw my boss, Angela standing close by. I...

Run

Footsteps on gravel slip into soft padding on rock. The trees sigh in dismay as I turn with shoulders raised. Warmth floods through me, within and...

A Load of Garbage

Youngsters pass by with a girlish titter. They could still do with a baby sitter. Squeals and shouts and lots of litter. Endless time with which to...

The Bad Parts

Lonely, hollow, empty, meek, Define the people you seek, Creep on in during quiet hours, Put them under with your power. Days, weeks, pass without...

Finding a Reason

“It’s not that I don’t love you anymore, I’m serious, that’s not it. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just… I’m not the same. I don’t feel anything...

Wounds

Ribbons

Ribbons are everywhere. Ribbons in a loop support charity, and ribbons fly high for pride of belief Ribbons leaden with gold hang around necks...